June 30, 2016, 03:28 AM
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It took a long moment for the salty brute to realize that this wild woman had mistaken him for someone that she had known. When she shied away from the anger in his voice and the lash of his tongue, he blinked at her out of confusion and attempted to adjust himself by taking a quaking step backwards and huffing a snort through his nares. Surely the sea had sent her to him. The look on her face and the glint in her gaze suggested that she had been forged by the ways of the sea. There was a fearful expression there, though. Skellige was suddenly quite baffled by her existence, and he was attempting to work his way through it mentally.
The woman spoke to him as though she were trying to coax memories from the far reaches of his mind. He knew they were not there, but she spoke with such certainty that he was beginning to doubt himself. The name that was uttered from her lips was not at all familiar to him, and he shook his head from side to side to demonstrate that she did not know who she was speaking to. Never would he have dwelled in a dry land. But, somehow, he found himself too base to use his words.
Confusion had found both of them, but realization had found her first. It was almost a sad expression that had crossed her features once she knew that he was not the man she had referred to before. The great hulking wraith was not her Appeh. Still, she inquired as to what she was to call him, and the sea king did not have words. Some part of him was still attempting to conjure the memories that she spoke of. If the sea had provided him with his witch, surely she would not speak to him of nonsense and lies.
Forcing the thought from his mind, the brute shook his skull and breathed deeply in the saline that filled the air around them. That was his certainty: the salt on the ocean wind. Once he was grounded, he peered at her once again with rich eyes.
“Skellige,” he uttered his name. “And what will I call you?”
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It took a long moment for the salty brute to realize that this wild woman had mistaken him for someone that she had known. When she shied away from the anger in his voice and the lash of his tongue, he blinked at her out of confusion and attempted to adjust himself by taking a quaking step backwards and huffing a snort through his nares. Surely the sea had sent her to him. The look on her face and the glint in her gaze suggested that she had been forged by the ways of the sea. There was a fearful expression there, though. Skellige was suddenly quite baffled by her existence, and he was attempting to work his way through it mentally.
The woman spoke to him as though she were trying to coax memories from the far reaches of his mind. He knew they were not there, but she spoke with such certainty that he was beginning to doubt himself. The name that was uttered from her lips was not at all familiar to him, and he shook his head from side to side to demonstrate that she did not know who she was speaking to. Never would he have dwelled in a dry land. But, somehow, he found himself too base to use his words.
Confusion had found both of them, but realization had found her first. It was almost a sad expression that had crossed her features once she knew that he was not the man she had referred to before. The great hulking wraith was not her Appeh. Still, she inquired as to what she was to call him, and the sea king did not have words. Some part of him was still attempting to conjure the memories that she spoke of. If the sea had provided him with his witch, surely she would not speak to him of nonsense and lies.
Forcing the thought from his mind, the brute shook his skull and breathed deeply in the saline that filled the air around them. That was his certainty: the salt on the ocean wind. Once he was grounded, he peered at her once again with rich eyes.
“Skellige,” he uttered his name. “And what will I call you?”
what would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark?
it would be like sleep without dreams
it would be like sleep without dreams
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RE: Salt - by Skellige - June 30, 2016, 03:28 AM